Eugene, Oregon is a small city about three hours south of Portland.
While the city isn’t well known or famous, it certainly has a piece of my heart.
I grew up in Eugene with my mom, dad, and two sister’s. My dad worked for an insurance company in Eugene. My mom stayed home with us when we were little and then she found a job typing at an accounting firm close to home. She was home everyday when we got back from school. She made us a snack and we always had a hot dinner on the table by six. We had a modest four bedroom house in Eugene with a nice backyard and a small fishing pond. My parents loved each other very much. They always spent time together playing games and talking about the future. I remember one time when they smoked weed at home. They bought weed from a town dispensary after it was legalized in the state of Oregon. I’ll never forget the sound of them laughing and giggling in the living room that night. It was one of the last times my parents enjoyed together. My dad died when I was 12 and my mom remarried a couple of years later. We moved to Portland and never went back to Eugene again. When I am older and have the opportunity to move, I’m probably going to go back to Eugene and settle there. The city has a piece of my heart and I want to live in a place where I am surrounded by good memories.